Writings of the Poetic variety
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Permalink Reply by lDepressedl Jixx<3 on -
Uhhhh. This is a poetry forum, we don't care.
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Permalink Reply by Kademee on -
Whenever poetry is discussed at my school, this one guy always quotes this poem XD
Roses are red
Violets are blue
God made me pretty
What happened to you?
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Permalink Reply by lDepressedl Jixx<3 on
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Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
Sugar is sweet.
Fudge you. X)
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Permalink Reply by lDepressedl Jixx<3 on
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Kicking and screaming, your child is leaving. Taken by a man you hardly know. Blood pouring out from the gash in your throat. Thrown into shock and at a loss for words, suddenly strength comes from somewhere unknown. You grab that man by his hair, and beat him senseless, even though he was already there. Taking his head to his van, blood pouring across the cement! Murdered by your hands, the man all bruised and bent. Laying on the ground as your boot crushes his chin. Rage filled eyes stare across into the dim night. Sirens sound and sirens blaze, don't run, you're no match for them. Taking and tackling you to the floor, beating you senseless as you'd just done before, thrown into a cage filled with no light.
Yusssssss?
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Permalink Reply by Bladebearer on -
Hollow shape in my chest
pulsing whatever is keeping me alive these days
Ghosts seeping through the cracks of my mind
things of the past trying to break through to the present
things that should stay at rest
they don't believe it should be this way.
if their time is done
so should mine.
silent cries
why try?
abandoned to the ghosts.
let me close my eyes
let me sleep this pain away
i'll keep still
i'll stay silent
just let me be
i'm of the present
you are the past
just leave me alone
i'm already hollow.
i'll join you soon.
just wait.
see you all soon
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i think my classes are getting to me.
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Permalink Reply by Tulpa-Wisp on -
Bladebearer:
Wow
brava
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Permalink Reply by Bladebearer on
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can you get codebearers on your phone?
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Permalink Reply by Tulpa-Wisp on
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Obviously.
:D
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Permalink Reply by Bladebearer on
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Hold the pen to your wrist.
Write what's screaming inside
Wishing to be let out.
Set the words free
but not as free as they wish to be
keep the mask intact
make everyone think your world is fine
never let on differently
or you'll pay the consequences
you're strong
empty is strong
hollow of your feeling
hollow of yourself
that's how you survive
let the words surface
only to wash them back to the abyss where they belong
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Permalink Reply by Tanwen on -
How can I tell him
Oh, it is not fair
Despite all his joy and his glee
How can I tell him
that I do not care
The way that he cares for me?
This haze that he lives in
Envelopes his life
It breathes through his lungs
In his heart
But this way, I don't feel
Yet I don't want us to be
Apart.
This joy that he has
Because of his love
Would take any girl by surprise
I don't love any other
No matter how fair
For no one else do I have eyes.
But I am not ready,
No.
Not ready yet
For commitment
For loyalty
Love.
For I'm just a girl
And he, just a boy
This is no more than
Puppy Love.
Despite his calls
For my hand
I must,
I must:
Refuse
For him and I
I and him...
We were not meant to be;
I choose
To wait till tomorrow
No, not tomorrow; the next
No, the day after
Day afterAgain.
For I am not ready
To face this decision
Not yet.
Wait... Until the end.They sweep me away
Far away
to a place
where I can be free
can be loved
instead of here
at my desk
wishing to fly like a dove
For why am I here?
Working away
with paper
and pen
in my hand
When will my life change
When will I Be Free
free from this place
free To run
I belong in the forests
of middle earth
Or in Cair Paravel fair
I belong on the battle field
sword in my hand
Listening for the trumpet call
In the mountains
my home is
in the mountains
up high
where danger awaits
all the days
Or on a ship in the ocean
With those sea-wise
who take down the waves
who plunder and scare
Or perhaps I should be
On a horse,
riding fast
To deliver a message
of fate
Or in the jungle
the savanna
the tundra
....just somewhere adventure awaits.
Instead I'm stuck here
till I am called home
though home is not any of these
For I don't belong here
I know that for sure
Because of He
He told me I
belong in a place
Where no sorrow or fear can enter
On this earth
is my temporary home
before my dreams come true
and I go home
to be with my Father,
Father, bring me home.
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